Catch up, Greg Sanders style.
Ok, so I know I said I'd get around to doing this three days ago, but Grissom practically buried me under a pile of work. *grins* I think it's because he knows I'm on to him and his little journal.
But who knows.
And hey, I've got a free minute now - or at least until Warrick comes down to the lab for those blood comparasions. So I'm gonna try and catch up on some of those topic things.
Definately not.
I'd say more, but what I had typed made me sound like some whining Catholic school drop-out. And I'm not, so I deleted it. And I really don't feel like taking another crack at it. I need more than the two and a half hours of sleep I got last night to argue something like this.
So, for now, the answer is no. And you can make up whatever reason you want as to why.
I think, this year, it was to develop Grissom Sense. Which is kinda like Spider Sense, except it goes off whenever Griss is getting close to the lab. That way, I can stop whatever I'm doing and spare myself from looking like a complete and total moron. I mean, seriously. The guy walks in whenever I'm doing something to keep myself from being totally bored.
Like that time he caught me dancing around wearing Porsha Richmond's headdress. Or that case with the stage magician thing, where he caught me reading the DNA results to Sara like a fortune teller. Or ... well ... I'd be here all night if I kept listing the things Griss's caught me doing.
Getting back on topic though, the whole Grissom Sense thing isn't working. Not like I expected it to. But hey, it was worth a shot, considering I really didn't have anything else to be resolute about in the New Year.
I dunno.
I've never been much of a drinker myself - not that I didn't drink in college, I just didn't drink enough to get drunk. At least not after the first time I got really piss-faced. Beer plus Greg equals not a good combination. But, I've seen Nick and Warrick and Sara loose themselves in the bottom of a bottle from time to time. And I think I even remember hearing that Cathrine got drunk once. So, if they're all for drinking themselves into a hangover, there's gotta be a good reason for it, right?
Well, I could give you the answer you're expecting and say yes, but considering some of the problems I've had with women people lately... Besides, that'd be lying, and I figure if I'm gonna bother to answer these question things, I might as well do 'em right.
As in tell the truth.
So, no, I don't believe in love at first sight. Lust at first sight, maybe... cause you live in Vegas as long as I have, and you're gonna see something that catches your eye every now and then. But that doesn't make it love.
Love's about knowing someone.
About knowing who they are and what they like and that kinda stuff. Yeah, it's a lame, romantic answer - and I'm almost sorry I decided not to lie, cause I know someone's gonna ride my ass about this. But whatever.
More proof that all guys aren't as shallow as women think brought to by the letter 'G' for Greg.
Forgiveness all the way. You loose too many friends if you're out for number one all the time. I mean, yeah, there are time when forgiving's gonna hurt you in the long run. But more often than not, when you give someone a second chance, and they really want it - or deserve it - they're not gonna waste it.
Not even gonna start to talk about this one. Not since Nick and Cathrine - and maybe even Grissom - are reading this thing.
Yogurt.
Don't laugh.
I know it's kind of a lame answer, but when I guy like me sits down to a container of yogurt, he's bound to get some pretty fierce looks. Cause, y'know, everyone expects me to sit down and eat a few slices of garbage can pizza or a cheesesteak or something. And while I'm not opposed to the occasional cheesesteak, it's a well known fact that all Greg Sanders have a weakness for yogurt.
Which is why I usually take my lunch breaks in the lab. So I can eat my yogurt without the weird stares. In fact, I've got a cup of blueberry yogurt right here. And if Griss or Cathrine or Sara or someone where to come in here I think I'd like throw some printer paper over it or something.
I'm weird. Sue me.
... No, wait. On second thought, don't.
Something simple. Y'know, like:
Gregory Matthew Sanders
1977 - ??
Dunno why. I just can't imagine anything more than that on my tombstone.
Probably the whole lab blowing up thing. And not for the reasons you think, either. I mean, yeah, the explosion sucked, and yeah, sometimes my hands still shake when I'm in the lab I didn't eat for like a week afterwards because hospital food sucks. But think about what Cathrine had to go through, knowing that one minute she's putting something under the hood for me to take a look at, and then next - boom.
And I kinda think that if I could go back and move what caused the explosion out from under the hood, or turn the hotplate off or something, I could spare Catherine a lot of grief on my part.
Ok, so I didn't answer all of them, but I answered most of them.
And besides, my lunch break's over, anyway.
Back to the grindstone.
But who knows.
And hey, I've got a free minute now - or at least until Warrick comes down to the lab for those blood comparasions. So I'm gonna try and catch up on some of those topic things.
Definately not.
I'd say more, but what I had typed made me sound like some whining Catholic school drop-out. And I'm not, so I deleted it. And I really don't feel like taking another crack at it. I need more than the two and a half hours of sleep I got last night to argue something like this.
So, for now, the answer is no. And you can make up whatever reason you want as to why.
I think, this year, it was to develop Grissom Sense. Which is kinda like Spider Sense, except it goes off whenever Griss is getting close to the lab. That way, I can stop whatever I'm doing and spare myself from looking like a complete and total moron. I mean, seriously. The guy walks in whenever I'm doing something to keep myself from being totally bored.
Like that time he caught me dancing around wearing Porsha Richmond's headdress. Or that case with the stage magician thing, where he caught me reading the DNA results to Sara like a fortune teller. Or ... well ... I'd be here all night if I kept listing the things Griss's caught me doing.
Getting back on topic though, the whole Grissom Sense thing isn't working. Not like I expected it to. But hey, it was worth a shot, considering I really didn't have anything else to be resolute about in the New Year.
I dunno.
I've never been much of a drinker myself - not that I didn't drink in college, I just didn't drink enough to get drunk. At least not after the first time I got really piss-faced. Beer plus Greg equals not a good combination. But, I've seen Nick and Warrick and Sara loose themselves in the bottom of a bottle from time to time. And I think I even remember hearing that Cathrine got drunk once. So, if they're all for drinking themselves into a hangover, there's gotta be a good reason for it, right?
Well, I could give you the answer you're expecting and say yes, but considering some of the problems I've had with women people lately... Besides, that'd be lying, and I figure if I'm gonna bother to answer these question things, I might as well do 'em right.
As in tell the truth.
So, no, I don't believe in love at first sight. Lust at first sight, maybe... cause you live in Vegas as long as I have, and you're gonna see something that catches your eye every now and then. But that doesn't make it love.
Love's about knowing someone.
About knowing who they are and what they like and that kinda stuff. Yeah, it's a lame, romantic answer - and I'm almost sorry I decided not to lie, cause I know someone's gonna ride my ass about this. But whatever.
More proof that all guys aren't as shallow as women think brought to by the letter 'G' for Greg.
Forgiveness all the way. You loose too many friends if you're out for number one all the time. I mean, yeah, there are time when forgiving's gonna hurt you in the long run. But more often than not, when you give someone a second chance, and they really want it - or deserve it - they're not gonna waste it.
Not even gonna start to talk about this one. Not since Nick and Cathrine - and maybe even Grissom - are reading this thing.
Yogurt.
Don't laugh.
I know it's kind of a lame answer, but when I guy like me sits down to a container of yogurt, he's bound to get some pretty fierce looks. Cause, y'know, everyone expects me to sit down and eat a few slices of garbage can pizza or a cheesesteak or something. And while I'm not opposed to the occasional cheesesteak, it's a well known fact that all Greg Sanders have a weakness for yogurt.
Which is why I usually take my lunch breaks in the lab. So I can eat my yogurt without the weird stares. In fact, I've got a cup of blueberry yogurt right here. And if Griss or Cathrine or Sara or someone where to come in here I think I'd like throw some printer paper over it or something.
I'm weird. Sue me.
... No, wait. On second thought, don't.
Something simple. Y'know, like:
Gregory Matthew Sanders
1977 - ??
Dunno why. I just can't imagine anything more than that on my tombstone.
Probably the whole lab blowing up thing. And not for the reasons you think, either. I mean, yeah, the explosion sucked, and yeah, sometimes my hands still shake when I'm in the lab I didn't eat for like a week afterwards because hospital food sucks. But think about what Cathrine had to go through, knowing that one minute she's putting something under the hood for me to take a look at, and then next - boom.
And I kinda think that if I could go back and move what caused the explosion out from under the hood, or turn the hotplate off or something, I could spare Catherine a lot of grief on my part.
Ok, so I didn't answer all of them, but I answered most of them.
And besides, my lunch break's over, anyway.
Back to the grindstone.